Fanfic - Asking Questions
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mindcrackloveSo, here we have part two of the MC sickness thingymabob. That's a word now, thingymabob. Momma always told me, me and words got along so well! :D
Chapter 2
As he began to eat the sandwiches, MC silently pondered the note and book on the table in front of him. He had decided that maybe gallivanting about would be a bad idea until he had at least a general idea of who to ask.
Think MC, think. Who did you tell you were sick before you drank all the medicine? Ergh, I can't remember who I talked to before at all.
He had felt feverish for a few days before he realized he had the flu proper. He remembered talking to at least Millbee about not being able to record, but he was sure he had told at least one more person. Maybe the notes will tell me something if I stare at them long enough.
MC held the letter up to his face, staring at it intently. Clean white paper. Handwriting is sort of messy. I have no idea what any of that means though. MC sighed, before opening the journal. Hm. Little flower drawings in the margins. Pages torn out. It smells like someone use to press flower petals on the pages. Someone really likes flowers.
Doesn't Etho know about gardeny things? Wait. What if Etho wrote this? Wait, why would he write this? He was trying to kill me and Nebris not too long ago. I think he's still trying to kill us maybe. What if this is just a terrible prank thing from him? But he didn't leave a sign. So it's not a prank. Unless it's still part of the first prank! “I have no idea what's going on anymore.” MC said to himself as he stared at the journal, concerned. “I have succeeded in making myself more confused.”
“I'll ask Millbee what he thinks is a smart idea to do.” MC said, nodding briefly before gathering up the leftovers and throwing them out.
MC made his way over the Millbee's place, carrying the letter, journal, and necklace with him.
He found Millbee asleep on a couch, a thick fuzzy blanket covering half of him as the rest lay on the floor. Oh no, he didn't catch what I had, did he? MC reached out to shake Millbee awake, when Millbee rolled over, snoring. An empty whiskey bottle was next to him. Oh, ok. Not sick. Hopefully. I should let him sleep though. I'll come back later. The last time I woke him up after drinking...eeesh MC quietly left the house, after he pulled the rest of the blanket back over the sleeping pile of fluff, tucking him in gently.
Next on the list then, ah! MC stumbled as someone punched him from behind. “Hey! Why'd you do that!” MC said as he turned to face his attacked. “Oh. Pause. Hi. Whadya want?” Pause smirked, tilting his head slightly as he pondered MC.
“Feeling any better? Heard you were sick. I was about to come and pour cold water on you, see if it would make you feel better.” Pause said, laughing softly. MC shook his head, frowning at Pause. “Who told you I was sick?” MC said he rubbed the arm Pause had punched.
“I don't remember, why does it matter?” Pause said, shifting slightly from foot to foot. “Why, something happen, someone break into your place while you were sick?” Pause said, a smile halfway between a smirk and a frown playing on his face. “Someone left me a note with no name, I was trying to figure out who it was.” MC said, shuffling uneasily.
“Ooooh a note? Let me see!” Pause said, shoving his hand out at MC. Bad idea! Bad idea! Abort! Abort! How? Abort somehow! “Uhhh. I'd rather not, it's sort of personal...”MC trailed off as Pause started to laugh. You are not helping me right now, brain!
“Oh, now I have to read this! What, you have a secret admirer? Give me, give me!” Pause said as MC started to back away. “Knock it off Pause. It's just a personal letter.” MC said, backing further away from Pause. “No it's not! It's a secret admirer, isn't it! You're blushing, gimme, gimme!”
An empty whiskey bottle came flying from the direction of Millbee's house, narrowly missing Pause's head, ruffling the headdress slightly as the fuzzy sheep himself appeared at a window. “Shut up Pause! I was trying to sleep, and now you're all, you're all loud!” Taking the opportunity while Pause was distracted, MC took off before Pause noticed.
Pause started to shout apologies that MC could barely hear as he fled, Pause too concerned about the belligerent drunken sheep then about pursuing the fleeing MC.
Ok, so Pause doesn't know. Who next. Preferably someone far away from Pause.
Next Chapter! http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/136307.html#cutid1
Chapter 1 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/130208.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/136307.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/138144.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/140976.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/143291.html#cutid1
Chapter 2
As he began to eat the sandwiches, MC silently pondered the note and book on the table in front of him. He had decided that maybe gallivanting about would be a bad idea until he had at least a general idea of who to ask.
Think MC, think. Who did you tell you were sick before you drank all the medicine? Ergh, I can't remember who I talked to before at all.
He had felt feverish for a few days before he realized he had the flu proper. He remembered talking to at least Millbee about not being able to record, but he was sure he had told at least one more person. Maybe the notes will tell me something if I stare at them long enough.
MC held the letter up to his face, staring at it intently. Clean white paper. Handwriting is sort of messy. I have no idea what any of that means though. MC sighed, before opening the journal. Hm. Little flower drawings in the margins. Pages torn out. It smells like someone use to press flower petals on the pages. Someone really likes flowers.
Doesn't Etho know about gardeny things? Wait. What if Etho wrote this? Wait, why would he write this? He was trying to kill me and Nebris not too long ago. I think he's still trying to kill us maybe. What if this is just a terrible prank thing from him? But he didn't leave a sign. So it's not a prank. Unless it's still part of the first prank! “I have no idea what's going on anymore.” MC said to himself as he stared at the journal, concerned. “I have succeeded in making myself more confused.”
“I'll ask Millbee what he thinks is a smart idea to do.” MC said, nodding briefly before gathering up the leftovers and throwing them out.
MC made his way over the Millbee's place, carrying the letter, journal, and necklace with him.
He found Millbee asleep on a couch, a thick fuzzy blanket covering half of him as the rest lay on the floor. Oh no, he didn't catch what I had, did he? MC reached out to shake Millbee awake, when Millbee rolled over, snoring. An empty whiskey bottle was next to him. Oh, ok. Not sick. Hopefully. I should let him sleep though. I'll come back later. The last time I woke him up after drinking...eeesh MC quietly left the house, after he pulled the rest of the blanket back over the sleeping pile of fluff, tucking him in gently.
Next on the list then, ah! MC stumbled as someone punched him from behind. “Hey! Why'd you do that!” MC said as he turned to face his attacked. “Oh. Pause. Hi. Whadya want?” Pause smirked, tilting his head slightly as he pondered MC.
“Feeling any better? Heard you were sick. I was about to come and pour cold water on you, see if it would make you feel better.” Pause said, laughing softly. MC shook his head, frowning at Pause. “Who told you I was sick?” MC said he rubbed the arm Pause had punched.
“I don't remember, why does it matter?” Pause said, shifting slightly from foot to foot. “Why, something happen, someone break into your place while you were sick?” Pause said, a smile halfway between a smirk and a frown playing on his face. “Someone left me a note with no name, I was trying to figure out who it was.” MC said, shuffling uneasily.
“Ooooh a note? Let me see!” Pause said, shoving his hand out at MC. Bad idea! Bad idea! Abort! Abort! How? Abort somehow! “Uhhh. I'd rather not, it's sort of personal...”MC trailed off as Pause started to laugh. You are not helping me right now, brain!
“Oh, now I have to read this! What, you have a secret admirer? Give me, give me!” Pause said as MC started to back away. “Knock it off Pause. It's just a personal letter.” MC said, backing further away from Pause. “No it's not! It's a secret admirer, isn't it! You're blushing, gimme, gimme!”
An empty whiskey bottle came flying from the direction of Millbee's house, narrowly missing Pause's head, ruffling the headdress slightly as the fuzzy sheep himself appeared at a window. “Shut up Pause! I was trying to sleep, and now you're all, you're all loud!” Taking the opportunity while Pause was distracted, MC took off before Pause noticed.
Pause started to shout apologies that MC could barely hear as he fled, Pause too concerned about the belligerent drunken sheep then about pursuing the fleeing MC.
Ok, so Pause doesn't know. Who next. Preferably someone far away from Pause.
Next Chapter! http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/136307.html#cutid1
Chapter 1 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/130208.html#cutid1
Chapter 4 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/136307.html#cutid1
Chapter 5 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/138144.html#cutid1
Chapter 6 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/140976.html#cutid1
Chapter 7 - http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/143291.html#cutid1
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Date: Sunday, May 5th, 2013 01:07 pm (UTC)But it's funny XD
I bet the note is from... uhhh... SHREE!!!! :OOOOO I cracked the case!!! :D
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